Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 06:37:54 PST
From: Justin Shorts
Subject: COACHING THE YOUTH SOCCER TEAM - 1
COACHING THE YOUTH SOCCER TEAM - 1
By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
(Written in collaboration with a friend...)
Martin relaxed back into his seat as the familiar rumble of the engine of
the coach started. His team of youngsters from the school's under-18 squad
were in jubilant mood at their 4-1 win over the team who had been their
main rivals for as many years as anyone could remember. At times like
these it was worth all the effort that he put in to train the lads. He
loved working with these youngsters and he'd always known that it was what
he wanted to do. Still only in his 20s, he had spent most of his spare
time coaching the team in sports lessons, on the field, in the gym and also
dealing with their injuries. And of course taking them out to matches like
today. The effort had paid off - all the boys appreciated his work and
were great friends and he never had any trouble from them, apart from the
occasional flaring up of tempers on the pitch. Now they were basking in
the glory of their win, some were horsing around near the back, some were
singing in high spirits, but he knew it would not get out of hand.
It was late afternoon, but the July sun was still high and it would be a
warm evening for the journey home. He glanced across to the coach driver.
James had been a friend from his own high school days and though he had a
well-paid office job, he loved to help out with some of the training and
very often drove the coach to away matches. A year younger than himself,
Martin had always been slightly envious that although he did far less
exercise than he did, he had a naturally great body. His trendy
french-crop hairstyle set off his chiselled features; he always had the
ruddy appearance of a good tan, and although he always denied it, Martin
suspected he used a sun-bed to get this hunky look. Naturally, Martin had
often seen James in the showers and the rest of his body was just as sexy -
not over-built, but muscular like the guys who model underwear, with a
chunky chest, large dark nipples and a smooth stomach. The best times were
when the two of them went into town together and they'd always end up in a
sports shop trying on new kit. Of course, they would always share the
changing room - why not, they were totally relaxed together, but Martin
loved to see James slip the different items on and off. Tight T-shirts over
his well-developed chest, slinky nylon shorts, both baggy soccer ones and
tiny running ones. And best of all a complete variety of underwear. All
mouth-watering stuff.
The excitement of the match and the warmth of the afternoon sun were
getting to Martin and he could feel the tightening bulge in his briefs as
he recalled James' body. He shut his eyes and began to think about the
training schedule for the next week. He dozed a little but soon became
aware of a commotion half way down the coach.
It only half registered, but it was unusual for the lads to get so noisy
on the bus so he opened his eyes and peered around from his front seat. A
group of boys were bunched around the aisle.
`Sir, sir' one called out, `Sir, there's smoke coming up through the
floor'.
Martin immediately thought that maybe one of the lads had been having a
quick fag, but straight away he realised that he would have smelt the
smoke.
`OK' called back Martin, `I'm on my way'. Martin got up and sauntered back
down the bus in no hurry, but when he reached the boys there was smoke
leaking around the gap of a cover in the floor of the coach. As he leant
over to take a closer look, the smoke got thicker and blacker and there was
a screech of grinding metal. James slammed on the brakes and quickly
brought the coach to a standstill at the side of the country road. He
joined the huddle of lads peering at the cover on the floor. Martin stood
up and the two adults looked at each other. Neither of them had a clue
about anything mechanical so there was no chance they would even know where
to start looking.
James grinned. `Thank goodness for mobile phones' he said, picking his from
the top pocket of his football shirt.
A quick phone call and James was able to announce that the breakdown
services would be on their way, but it might take at least an hour. The
boys groaned. `OK, guys' announced Martin, peering out through the window
and the meadow at the side of the road. `I suggest you all go over to that
field and have a kick around with James and I'll hang on here for the
breakdown services.'
`'Sir, can we finish our game of battleships?' piped up a lad from the back
seat. Martin looked down the length of the coach. Sam was a nice lad,
just coming up to his 18th birthday. They'd struck up quite a friendship
since Sam had a hamstring problem and Martin had given him two sessions of
physio. Martin had enjoyed spending time with him, and greatly admired his
physique and the sensible attitude he had towards training. Today he'd
kept his nylon soccer shorts on under his jeans but changed his sweaty
soccer shirt for a plain white tight v-neck T which showed off his nicely
forming teenage pecs.
He was playing the game with another lad he knew well called Daniel, and he
was sure they'd be no trouble so he said `Sure, but stay back there so I
know where you are'.
So the other kids unloaded from the bus and strolled over the grass and
Martin settled back into his seat for another doze until the mechanic
arrived. He shut his eyes and began to daydream again in the warm sunshine
coming through the glass. He recalled the second time that Sam had come
for physio on his leg, he had been really relaxed, having recovered from a
little embarrassment the first time around. But then most of the kids take
a while to get used to being treated with respect by their coach. Sam had
walked into Martin's room and straight away slipped off his shorts and
jumped up on the treatment table. His T-shirt was baggy and long but
Martin still had a good view of the tight yellow bikini briefs he was
wearing that day, and the soft outline of their contents were clearly
visible. Martin asked him to flip over onto his stomach so he had access
to the calf muscle and hamstrings. He enjoyed this part of his job, and as
he began massaging the smooth skin with its light covering of youthful
fuzz, he felt the familiar stirring in his own groin. He worked his way up
Sam's thigh - not strictly necessary for this particular treatment, but the
sight of the teenager's smooth bum cheeks packed tightly inside the nylon
briefs was so tempting and Martin eased towards them, with each stroke,
moving nearer, sliding his hands between Sam's thighs. Sam sighed and
squirmed beneath his touch so Martin asked him to flip onto his back.
The sight of the young lad was wonderful; he could have only been 16 at the
time. His smooth, flat chest with two small dark brown nipples, the tight
stomach and best of all the package tightly packed into the minimal nylon
underwear. Now semi-erect, the form and shape of his teen-cock was quite
clearly visible. Sam showed no sign of being shy, as Martin examined the
knee of his injured leg. How he'd like to go further but instead, he told
Sam that his injury was well on the mend and no further treatment was
necessary. But it had been the start of a friendship of trust and of fun.
As he dozed in his seat on the coach, Martin wriggled to adjust the
erection that had popped up as he daydreamed. Suddenly he was conscious of
a new sound disturbing the peaceful atmosphere on the bus. There was still
the cries and shouts of the lads outside, but these sounds were coming from
the back seat of the coach - low moans and occasional whispers.
Martin opened his eyes and turned to look down the length of the bus. He
could make out one of the lad's legs straddled across the aisle and what
looked like a discarded tracksuit bottom in dark blue shiny fabric on the
floor. Quietly, he got up and made his way down the coach to check that the
lads were OK.
As he inched his way to the back of the bus, Martin got quite excited by
what he could hear. Somehow, he just knew that the sounds - sighs, moans
and whispers related to pleasure. He hardly dare believe that it might be
what he hoped it might be! - but as he got closer there was a palpable
tension in the air. He crept closer, deciding that he wanted to see
whatever was going on without disturbing the two boys on the back seat.
He managed to slip into the double seat one before the back, diagonally
opposite the corner seat in which the two boys were nestling. They were
oblivious to his presence, and he could watch them undisturbed. He was
stunned by what met his eyes. Sam and Daniel were lying back side by side
in the seat, pressed towards the window and (as they thought) out of sight.
It was Daniel's tracksuit bottoms that had caught Martin's eye - they had
been pulled down to his ankles and exposed his shining white soccer shorts
in shimmering nylon. And Sam's jeans were similarly lowered, and he too,
much to Martin's delight, was still wearing his nylon shorts. But what
really turned Martin on was the fact that the two schoolmates had their
hands inside each other's shorts and were clearly feeling each other up for
all they were worth. They both had their eyes closed.
Sam didn't know what was exciting him most - the feel of Danny's hard boymeat
trapped in his tight jockstrap beneath the shiny nylon shorts, or his own
hard teencock being lightly frisked in his nylon bikini briefs which he had
deliberately slipped on after the match under his sexy shorts. He had been
hoping that the two of them would find an opportunity when they got home
for a bit of mutual wanking, but he hadn't expected that the chance would
have come along so quickly.
As he lay with his eyes shut, feeling the sensation of Danny's caressing
hand rubbing him through his tight-packed briefs, his mind went back to the
previous afternoon when he had first got to know Danny well. They had come
across each other in the cloakroom an hour or so after school - both had
been kept back late by some last- minute gym training - and Sam immediately
was reminded of the scene in the episode of `Queer as Folk' that he had
seen the night before, when Nathan wanks off a boy he admires in the
changing room. It struck Sam that the scene was remarkably similar to what
he was presented with now - after hours, locker room, a handsome lad that
he had admired for some time but had never dared approach, certainly not
sexually.
As they were alone in the room, it was difficult to avoid acknowledging
each other.
`Hi. Good session, I thought'
`Yeah not bad. I'm fucked now though.' Danny sat down on the bench and
put his hands behind his head and stretched. `God, and the work I've got
to do tonight. New homework, and the stuff I didn't do last night because
I spent all the time on my computer and watching telly!'
`Me too' said Sam. `Don't suppose you watched `Queer as Folk'? Not your
sort of thing, I wouldn't have thought.' He tested the waters.
`Why's that then? Why do you assume that? Just because we're not queer,
doesn't mean we can't watch programmes about queers, does it?'
Sam sat next to Danny on the bench and looked across at him. `I thought it
was fucking horny, didn't you?'
`Maybe.'
`Especially that bit where Nathan was in the locker room...'
`OK, OK. I remember.' Danny closed his eyes. `That kid he met kept going
on about how he wanted to give his girl friend one, didn't he, and how he
was getting a hard-on.' He paused. `I could give my girlfriend one right
now. She always knows how to bring me back to life when I'm shagged out.'
Sam could see that Danny's eyes were still shut, and that the boy had
parted his legs wide. The black fabric of his school trousers stretched
tight. `Yeah, I could do with her now, just to help me out. I'm feeling
so fucking horny.'
Sam looked around. They were definitely alone - even the cleaners had done
their job and gone.
`You looking forward to the match tomorrow?' he asked, gingerly placing his
hand on the bench next to Danny's thigh.
`Yeah, but I need to find a way of relaxing before then. I'm so worked
up.'
His trousers revealed a growing bulge, and his legs were fully parted
now. He half turned towards Sam, who knew that this was a defining moment.
What he chose to do in the next 30 seconds was going to decide the course
of the next 10 minutes, and who knew what beyond.
`I know what you mean', said Sam. `But I find this sometimes helps.' His
hand moved from the bench to rest on Danny's upper thigh, and he felt a
momentary tension. He feared rejection, or worse, but then Danny seemed to
sink back again on the bench and his black trousers continued to bulge
temptingly. Sam moved his hand gradually further up the thigh, and towards
the well-packed crutch. And then he made contact with the warm boyflesh,
pressing through the straining trousers.
`How's that, then? whispered Sam.
`OK, yeah that's OK.'
Sam's began to cup the sizeable mound that pressed into his hand, feeling
and pressing the bulging hardness that pushed through the schoolboy's
trousers. Gently he worked on the boy's hardening cockmeat, enjoying the
feel of it moving beneath his hand and two layers of cloth, trousers and
underwear. He began to fantasise about what Danny might be wearing beneath
the black trousers, but then realised he would know soon enough! The
anticipation was half the fun anyway, and Sam was feeling fucking hot and
horny by now. His own school trousers were bursting with his hardon. He
realised that he couldn't remember having noticed Nathan wanking himself in
the television serial - presumably he had saved that up for later! He
wasn't sure what was in store for him now - but he would settle for getting
Danny to shoot his teencum today.
He was aware of Danny breathing heavily next to him, eyes still tightly
closed. Was he trying hard to imagine that it was a girl doing this? Sam
smiled and continued his work, stroking and pressing the ever-growing piece
of boycock in the tight material. Then he was aware of Danny fiddling with
the catch to his zip, and Sam whispered `let me do that for you.'
Danny moved his hand away and let Sam take over, and his new friend undid
the top button of the trousers and then started work on the zip. The
distinctive soft buzzing sound of the zip as it lowered turned Sam on, and
he felt the trousers loosen as they were released. They parted, and Sam
opened Danny up, pushing the flaps of the trousers open and pulling his
white shirt free. The white soft flesh of Sam's stomach, hairless and
smooth and warm, came into view, and Danny gently stroked it. Then he
slipped his fingers downwards, ever downwards, and was inside the gaping
hole of the trousers, and down into the warmth of the boy's secret centre.
Sam felt the briefs before he saw them, very tight and filled with hot
teencock, throbbing, hard and damp with precum. Quickly now, Sam pulled at
the trousers and tugged them downwards, and Danny lifted himself gently
from the bench and then trousers fell right down.
`Fucking hell', breathed Sam, as his eyes feasted on Danny's bright red
silk bikini briefs, which hugged his boycock so charmingly, every contour
of the hard cock showing through the thin shining silk.
`Like `em?'.
`Yeah man, love `em! Want to feel you up for ever through them!' Sam
started to massage Danny's silk-encased cock, and urgently began to turn
his caresses into serious wanking movements.
`Oh yeah, wank my hot cock, make me cum mate!! Feel that cock. Aaah,
yeah, wank that cock! I want to shoot spunk!'
Sam flipped Danny's big boycock free from the red silk, and was amazed by
the firmness and length of what sprang into view. Danny must have been a
good seven inches, and his loose foreskin moved freely back from the satiny
head, from which clear drops of precum hung. Sam grasped the naked shaft
and wanked in earnest, the hot tool solid beneath his hand. Danny was
nearly there, he knew that, and then suddenly he was over the edge, and the
creamy boycum began to pump from the glistening dick. The teenager groaned
loudly as he came, his wad of spunk splattering noisily on the stone floor.
After a minute or so, Danny pulled his briefs and trousers on and tucked
his shirt in, and was gone. But not before calling back over his shoulder
as he left - `see you tomorrow at the match. And make sure you sit next to
me on the coach.'
And now here they were in the coach, and this time it was Sam with his eyes
closed with his shorts playing host to Danny's exploring hand....
As he peered through the gap between the double seat in front of the lads,
Martin had a perfect view of them both. At the same time, should either of
them look up, he could quickly lean back to avoid them seeing him. As it
was, they were enjoying themselves far too much to be even aware of what
else was happening around them and were obviously relying on the fact that
Martin was still at the front of the coach and would unconsciously alert
them should any of the other team members come back from the kick-around.
The sight Martin took in was just so horny; each lad had one of his hands
inside the other's shorts, the bulge showing their stroking and wanking
action, as they both pleasured the other teammate. Their quiet moaning was
interspersed with whispered cries of pleasure and words of encouragement.
`Yeah, stroke my cock, Danny. Oh man, that feels so good. Slide your hand
over my pants and squeeze the head.'
`Jeez, Sam, you make me feel so horny. I spent all last night thinking of
our session yesterday. I had a raging hard-on all through the match,
hoping you'd take care of it again.'
For Martin watching through the gap it was almost like seeing a porn video
- but even better. Despite the warm evening, the windows had begun to
steam up with the two teenager's exertions and there was the familiar tang
in the air of their boy sweat mixed with a hint of precum. As he gazed on,
Sam slid a little further down the coach seat and leant over his teammate.
Withdrawing his hand from Danny's shorts, he replaced it with his mouth,
gently nibbling on the mound and licking his tongue up and down the length.
`Oh yeah, suck my cock, Sam' moaned Danny. `My girlfriend will never do
that and it feels wonderful'
He thrust his head back as Sam went to work on his erection, leaving a long
damp stain across the front of the shiny shorts. With each stroke, he
thrust his hips upwards towards Sam's attentive mouth, pounding into his
face, and stretching the fabric of the nylon soccer shorts across the huge
bulge. Danny's breathing became heavy as the excitement built, so he
gently took hold of Sam's head and said:
`That's brilliant, mate, but you deserve a turn.'
Sam didn't speak, but grinned at his teammate and as the two teenagers
exchanged positions. Martin marvelled at their fit young bodies and how
easily they could bend into this enclosed space to pleasure each other.
Danny stretched himself across the seat, and tucking a thumb each side of
the waistband of Sam's shorts, eased them down his thighs to join the
bunched tracksuit around his ankles. Unconsciously, Martin gasped a quick
intake of air as Sam's briefs were exposed - the lemon-yellow nylon
stretched tightly across the impressive shaft of his teen-cock and a large
damp patch of precum spreading out from the swollen head, cut and clearly
outlined in the fabric. It was a sight just as Martin remembered from his
physio treatment table, but this time the hard-on was rock hard.
As Danny set to work, licking and stroking and sucking, Sam leaned back to
savour the moment he had been dreaming of for so long. He had always been
a keen soccer player from an early age, but in the last year or so had
increasingly enjoyed being with his teammates, and especially sharing the
time in the locker room. They would laugh and mess around, often
completely naked, and share stories about their adventures, sometimes with
girlfriends, and compare each other's bodies. Often Sam would linger in
the showers, checking out each of the other guys, and watching them soap up
their teenage bodies with shower gel. Sometimes one or two of them would
linger, spending longer than normal soaping their cock, and often getting
semi-hard, but seemingly completely relaxed about it.
Sam's thoughts went back to the day that he'd had to visit Martin for
physio on his leg. Although he was happy being around his teenage friends,
he wasn't so sure about getting close up to someone older. He'd felt
really tense when Martin began to massage his leg, but Martin had chatted
quietly to him, and the feeling was so good, that within minutes he had
relaxed and before he realised it, Sam had begun to get an erection which
soon became quite uncomfortable as he was lying on his front.
Sam was used to getting a hard-on at almost any time, for no real reason,
so he didn't think too much about it and when he jumped down from the
bench, Martin hardly seemed to notice. But afterwards he couldn't stop
thinking about those feelings of having Martin's gentle hands working up
his thighs and brushing between his legs. He couldn't wait to go back the
next week.
When he went back for his next treatment, Sam was completely relaxed as he
slipped off his shorts, jumped onto the bench, lying on his front to let
Martin work out the strains in his legs. This time around the treatment
seemed much more thorough as Martin's strong hands worked up his thighs and
nudged his bum. At one point, Sam felt sure that Martin had extended the
massage to his butt-cheeks, and once again, his teen-cock began to grow as
he enjoyed the pleasurable sensations. When Martin asked him to turn onto
his back, its outline was clearly visible inside the shiny nylon briefs.
Martin showed no sign of noticing though, even as he worked on the tops of
Sam's thighs, brushing his hand against the bulging pouch. Sam shut his
eyes and savoured the moment, wishing it could last.
That night he couldn't get the experience out of his mind. He stripped off
down to the same nylon briefs which still showed the stain of precum that
had leaked out during the treatment session, and he lay on the bed thinking
of Martin's massage and about the other lads on the team. He wanked
himself off three times before eventually his cock went soft and he could
drift off to sleep with thoughts of his best friend Danny and the fun they
might have together.
Since then Sam had often dreamed of hot times with Danny, and now he could
hardly believe that Danny's hot lips were servicing his swollen erection.
The sensation was everything he imagined it would be and his hard boy-cock,
slippery with precum, was edging its way beyond the elastic waistband of
his pants, giving Danny even better access to lick and suck around the
bulging head. Many times during his own wank sessions, Sam had practised
how to hold back his climax and extend the fantastic feelings, but now as
Danny gently eased back the tight nylon and engulfed the whole of his
teen-dick, he felt the surge of juices building and he knew that they would
boil over any second.
From his vantagepoint, Martin was taking in the whole horny scene. He had
been focussing on Sam's face - a picture of wave after wave of new
pleasurable feelings, but as Danny began to swallow that boy cock, he
thrust his arse back towards the seat Martin was in, displaying the tight
nylon material of the soccer shorts stretched across the muscular bum
cheeks, the straps of his jock strap clearly visible. Martin imagined the
smooth pale butt within - he loved the way these young teenagers developed
tight muscular bums, even before the rest of their physique developed. He
breathed in the sweet boyscent, a smell that reminded him of the locker
room and being around the team of teenagers. He was desperate to open his
own fly and massage his cock, but did not dare to draw attention to himself
sitting so close to the two teen hunks.
Suddenly, with a huge inward gasp of air, Sam held his breath as his climax
overwhelmed him with waves of pleasure. Quickly Danny let Sam's teen-cock
spring from his mouth as three huge gobs of jizz squirted out leaving
gleaming pearly streaks over his shirt, followed by several further gushes
of cum which formed a pool of cream in the dark fuzzy growth of teenage
hair around his navel. Exhausted, Sam flopped back, and Danny sat up with
a wide grin across his face, gazing at his best mate and now newfound suck
buddy.
Suddenly it dawned on Martin that as the boys recovered from their session,
there was no way he could escape un-noticed and he was going to be caught
red-handed with his large cock clearly tenting out the front of his
tracksuit trousers. At the same time he heard a voice from outside the
coach calling:
'Martin, are you there? I need a plaster for this knee...'
Martin glanced out of the window and saw that James had left the coach and
had his arm round one of the lads who was bending down examining his knee
through his torn blue tracksuit bottoms. At the sound of his voice, the
activity suddenly stopped, and as Sam and Danny sank right back in the seat
and tried to pull their clothes back into some kind of order they did not
notice Martin as he crept quickly back to the front of the coach and looked
out of the open door.
`What happened?' he asked James.
`Stephen's caught his knee against some barbed wire over there - it's not
badly cut, a graze really, but it needs a plaster. There's a first aid box
under the driver's seat, if you could fetch it out.'
Martin found the box, and then took it down to Stephen and James. As he
started to put it on, Stephen's leg buckled slightly under him and the boy
seemed as if he was about to faint. James supported him, and he seemed to
recover, but Martin said: `best to have you on the coach, I think. You can
lie down along the back seat. Sam and Danny won't mind moving, will you
boys?' He smiled broadly at them.
By the time James and Martin had helped Stephen onto the coach, Sam and
Danny had scrambled out of the back seat and were heading back down the
aisle towards the front. Both lads looked rather tousled and red-faced.
`Thanks, boys' said Martin, smiling inwardly as he thought of the feverish
activity that had been taking place at the end of the coach. The two lads
left the coach and headed off to join the rest of the group. As he
approached the back seat, still supporting Stephen, the faintest odour of
boycum met his nostrils.
`Look, you get back to make sure the other lads keep away from the barbed
wire. I'll sit with Stephen for a bit until he feels OK.' James nodded
and left Martin and Stephen sitting on the back seat. They were alone.
Martin felt incredibly aroused still from what he had recently witnessed
taking place on the same bench, and wondered whether he could control
himself. Of course he could! He had to!
Stephen lay back on the seat, his thick blond hair falling into his eyes.
Martin stood in front of him.
`How are you feeling now? Still faint?'
`A bit, sir. But not bad. My leg is sore though. Quite numb, too.'
`Really? Whereabouts - just the knee area or what?'
`The knee, and the thigh too.'
`Mmm. Look, I think you'd better get your tracksuit off, and I'll have a
look.'
Stephen lifted his buttocks of the seat and tugged his tracksuit down to
his ankles, then lay back again in the seat. Instinctively, Martin's eyes
were drawn to the boy's hot centre. He was still wearing his shiny nylon
soccer shorts. White, and surprisingly tight at the front. Even against
his better nature, Martin began to speculate about what lay beneath...
`Right, now let me just try to give you some gentle massage. You must say
immediately if it hurts, or if you want me to stop.' He bent over the boy
and touched the warm soft skin of his smooth upper thigh, close to the leg
opening to his shorts. Stephen parted his legs, and relaxed, and Martin
began to massage gently. He worked over the area that Stephen had
indicated, and his finger slipped under the bottom of the gaping white
shorts.
`How's that?'
`That's good, sir. Yeah, that's fine.'
`More?'
`Mmm. Please.'
`Same place or ... or a bit further up?'
`Err, maybe further up would be good.'
Martin had thrown the hook, and the fish had taken the bait. Now he could
enjoy himself. He sensed that there was fuck all wrong with the lad's
thigh, and that was fine by him! He continued the stroking, but slowly, oh
so very slowly, edged further upwards and under the sexy white nylon
shorts. The sight of this blond teenboy in his soccer kit, ready to be
felt up by his teacher, was just incredibly exciting, and Martin wanted to
make this last.
`Hey, what's happening here?' asked Martin, as he noticed a slight jutting
in the shorts.
`Sorry, sir, I errr ...'
`Sshh, just relax. I'm enjoying this. I want you to be completely
relaxed.' Martin's fingers reached the boy's cockpouch, encased in a soft
material - nylon or satin, he wasn't sure which. `Let's get your shorts
off, and then I can really see what I can do for you.'
Stephen again raised himself in the seat, and Martin tugged at the shorts
and slipped them downwards very slowly, revealing gradually a tight pair of
white satin briefs, shining and glistening in the artificial lights of the
coach. The lad was beginning to swell, but was by no means fully erect
yet. Martin liked that - he loved to feel lads growing under his touch or
as he sucked them through their tight briefs, and he knew that this was
going to be special. He brought his hand to the front of the boy's
cockpacket, and gently cupped the youngster, feeling the soft flesh of the
teencock and the fullness of the young balls beneath his soft pressure. He
pressed and caressed the satiny mound, rubbing and stroking the warm mass
of boyflesh, working it into life and heat.
He murmured and whispered almost under his breath: `God, I love feeling
your big cock Stephen. What a hot kid you are. Let me stroke you through
your tight white briefs. Mmm, lovely big cock, what a fat one. Yeah, love
that boydick, can feel your hot cockhead now under my fingers. Yeah,
that's it, I want you a lot bigger yet, come on kid, get that cock really
stiff for me. Oh yeah, love rubbing you through satin, mmm, what a sexy
kid. That's good, so good, mmm, now I can feel you getting wet. Yeah,
that's your precum leaking now, come on, let's have these briefs really wet
and juicy. Oh yeah, what a lovely big teencock you've got.'
Stephen squirmed and moaned on the seat, loving the pleasuring under the
experienced man's hand.
`Mmm, that's good. Soon I'm going to suck your boycock in your pants, till
you beg me to make you cum. Like that idea?'
Martin was turning himself on incredibly with this talk, which he loved to
do, but he hadn't expected the kid to respond. As he prepared to get
working with his mouth on those sexy teen briefs, he was amazed to find
that young Stephen could give as good as he got...
`Oh yeah, sir, that's fucking great. Yeah, rub my cock, feel that hot
boydick. My cock is so hot and hard, ooh, rub me sir, that's it, give my
cock a good rub up.'
`Oh, I'll do better than that son, I'm going to suck your cock in a minute
so that you'll be begging me to make you cum. You're going to love it as I
get working with my mouth on those fucking sexy briefs. I can't wait to
get your boycock in my mouth. You ready for me?'
`Yes sir, yes. Go on, do me, do me. My cock is tingling. Suck me,
please.'
Martin was still stroking the teenage soccerkid through the now bulging
satin briefs, and he could have kept doing this till this boy filled them
with creamy teencum, but he also wanted to feel that big boydick filling
his mouth, and the sweet taste of youthful precum was too alluring to miss.
He stroked the teenager's length through the white satin, enjoying the
sensation of the warm skin taut against the blood-filled cock. The warmth
of the boy, the firmness of his youthful penis, the way in which the lad's
curly pubic hair peeped from the top of the shiny satin, the fullness of
his ballsack filling the pouch of his briefs, the widening damp patch at
the extreme tip of the lad's mushroom cockhead, all of this entranced the
horny teacher. Stephen's hard cock moved beneath his hand, and his briefs
were now very damp from his freely- flowing juices. Martin decided it was
time to drink some of them in.
`Part your legs, really wide for me' he whispered urgently, and dropped to
his knees by the blond teen who was breathing heavily. Stephen obeyed, and
as he parted his legs wide the tip of his fantastically wet cock peeked
from the top of his briefs. Martin immediately grasped it in forefinger
and thumb, and smeared the juicy precum over the fleshy bulb. He was
really close to the boy's packet now, and his nostrils were filled with the
delicately heady scent of precum and warm satin. And then he flicked his
tongue over the boy's nakedness, and the first drops of the honey-textured
precum met his taste. It was like nectar. Stephen instinctively pushed
himself upwards, and the hot cock pressed into Martin's lips and his mouth
opened and took the lad inside, his nose pressed against the boy's flat
belly. And then Martin began to suck and lick, noisily and eagerly, in a
way that he knew would arouse the schoolboy even more to action, stroking
with one hand the base of his cock and heavy balls through the satin whilst
bobbing urgently on the naked cockhead. More and more of the teenager's
precum flowed into his mouth, and harder and harder he bobbed the boycock,
so that inch after inch pressed out, freed from the hugging briefs, so that
now only his balls were contained in the satin pouch.
`Ooh, yeah, ooh, fuck. That's so good. Yeaah, suck my cock man, suck that
cock and make me cum. Make me cum, make me do it.'
Martin was keen to get the kid to cum now, as he wasn't sure that they
would be alone for much longer. Not that he could have stopped himself now
even if someone had appeared on the scene. He could tell from the tense
quivering in the teenmeat and from the urgency conveyed from the
youngster's thrusting hips that he was tumbling over the edge. Nearly
there, nearly there, thought Martin. Come on boy, give me that rich creamy
boyspunk. And as if his thoughts triggered the youngster into action, the
schoolboy's cock began to pump a thick stream of white teencum into the
teacher's mouth, so thick and heavy and copious that he could hardly take
it all. As the boy came, he groaned and moaned loudly, bucking his slim
hips and shooting his hot jizz into the back of his master's throat.
Martin took the opportunity as he sucked the sweet load of boycum from the
gasping teen to slip his hand down the front of his own tracksuit. He made
contact with his bulging nylon briefs, and although he could have happily
wanked himself there and then he decided to save himself for later.
Instead, he gave his tingling cock a quick rub, enjoying the feeling of the
flowing precum soaking into his white nylon briefs. As he slurped the last
few drips of boycream from Stephen's delightful cock and felt his own
hardness pressing through the straining nylon, he was suddenly aware of
footsteps quickly advancing down the coach towards them...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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